Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.